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This is what he calls me.  Afterward.

Before, we had been cuddling and watching a movie in bed, then he pushed me down to his cock.  I curled up next to him and sucked his hard cock in deep.  Soon I was just holding my mouth tight but open as he thrust his hips into my face.  I was in some other zone, the mouth-hole zone, where everything else was blotted out and I was only focused on being a good hole. In. Out. In. Suck. Out.  He grabs my head or smacks my butt, all while thrusting in and out.  It is all I can think about, or not really think, but just be a hole.  Used cocksucking whore.

When he was done I rolled on my stomach sniffling and wiping my face, covering myself with my arms.  It wasn't out of fear or shame or pain, though, just an effort to stay in my hole-zone a few more minutes before coming to the surface.  He grabbed the paddle and gave me a short hard spanking.   I nearly went into subspace; I could feel myself falling, but he yanked me back with an even harder series of smacks, then told me to go get my teeth brushed. It was so hard to get up, but necessary to obey.  Looking in the mirror I thought, "That is one freshly fucked face!"  When I was done I waited for him on the floor of the bedroom until he came back.

In the morning, I woke; he was eager to use me again.  This time he fucked me, slapped me, tweaked me, and I came long and hard, soaking sheets once again. His hands around my throat, holding me, roughly now gently, I'm his.  His messy, soaked, contented hole. Used.